Helena’s POV I can still feel it.The press of his lips, the searing heat of his touch, the way my body betrayed me when I should have pushed him away. It haunts me. Even now, as I sit alone in the infirmary, forcing my trembling hands to sort through bundles of herbs, I can’t shake him from my mind.The mate bond is cruel. It should have faded by now, should have released me from its grip. My wolf, dormant, silent for years, should not be stirring at the edges of my consciousness, whispering things I refuse to hear.But it doesn’t fade.And the worst part? I don’t want it to.A sharp knock on the infirmary door startles me from my thoughts. My breath hitches as the door swings open, and I know, before I even look up, who it is.Liard.His scent reaches me first, smoky, dark, unmistakably him. I keep my eyes down, pretending to focus on the herbs in my hands. If I look at him now, I might do something I regret.“We need to talk,” he says, his voice rough, edged with something I can’t
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